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Careless Whispers Twenty entities were presented Worn and dressed with blue and white Their bottoms and backs were to tied to chairs While their finger bones locked their pens tightly And their hands hold the papers firmly Their eyes were scavenging the answers for the test Either from their own work Or from their closest partner's piece For the nineteen, everything was legal to do But not for the one Not for the littlest boy with short and black hair He did the test alone The teacher was standing amidst them Patrolling and roaming in the seeking of unfairness Her eyes were focus and sharp Examining every inches in range Like

Your like a safe Just with a pretty face Your secrets Kept within And you will not tell them Though I wonder Whats eating your slumber What are you trying to hide What is so valuable inside Why keep it under lock and key Please let your secret be free And share it with me

The tear is a cleansing thing It gets rid of dirt and grime Also the sadness in the heart The tear cleans and cleans It is not a weakness to cry But a strength Crying isnt just for babies Its for everyone with dust in the eye Or with a broken heart So cry Cry your hearts content Cry till you can not cry no more Cry Cry Cry till I shall DIE!

The Winter Sonata Cherry was staring at the pale sky Using her brown and small eyes Snow was starting to fell Piece by piece of ice touched the ground Gathering into layers of glacial white Her silvers furs felt cold and shivered As the winter wind blew into them Gently touched her skin with its chilly breath Freezing her blood slowly In her carmine veins The weather became colder and colder The wind was not soft anymore But she persisted to remain there Staying near the unclosed window Rather than comforting before the heat of fire Aglow far behind her visage She gazed upon the field of snow Longingly she restarted her memo

The Will of Life The dawn was breaking upon the sky Forms of grey cloud turned into sepia The darkness was leaving the world As swallows soared and flew up high Singing their songs of the morning To greet a new day Coming against the shadow of night The sun was rising before its height Awaking people from their sleep While the morning wind blew my face Softly it washed my doubt and exhaustion After the long way to pursue my destination By moving my leg along the rocky road I was sweating and my lungs gasping for breath As I climbed the steep hills Reaching up to the meadow To witness the dawn rising from below Before anyone

Ill Written by michael.m On Wednesday, March 28th 2012 The light is fading And the eyes are getting weak Please take me home with you Then I'll be fine tomorrow The noises are cracking And your sound is getting far away Please stay with me and say that you love me Then I'll hear none of my misery The aromas are vile And the scents are sickening Please guide me to your flower garden Then I'll be free to smell freedom The rats shat on the dinner And the food turns into poison Please invite me to you feast Then I'll rejoice to taste all I want The skin is rotting And the flesh will become ashes one day Please sound your pray

Behind The Nothingness I used to play here everyday Alone and with no light Behind an ashen, big board People calls as a piano My fingers were dancing With the old, cranky piano keys And rhyming with all the chords and melodies I know All the black and white Became one amidst shadow Behind the nothingness, I played wild Raging and fighting against the false melodies Sounded as I pressed the wrong parts of the song This ears can never hear well But my failures rang inside them Clearly Behind the nothingness, my fingers kept playing Without audience to sit before me Without clapping hands to sound appreciation Without a figur

My poetry maybe sad sometimes With some poor little rhymes ....But who can judge..... The same meaning is their So why should you care ...But you'll still judge.... No matter how good or poor My poetry will never soar ...Because all have judged.. Why should I even try Well because...It lets my soul fly ...But you'll still judge... So please do not judge me For my heart felt poetry ...Instead let your soul be free!...

A Young Love Story Written on Monday, January 5th 2015 The old man at the playground gave a smile Could tell he was drunk, breath so vile The little boy nearby wondered what to do Approaching him, planning no undo He then told me his beloved fairytale "I'm going to tell you one about a kingdom Hope you little prince won't fall into boredom." He then opened his old, worn story book Yet still so colorful it put him on the hook He read in his voice full with wisdom "Once upon a time, a Prince fell in love With a woman whom he would give anything expensive But then he heard that she was married The matter terribly made him worried For her was

Furs And Claws Night has fallen over the world Turning it into silence and echoes Lamp lights create a soft light around the street Shading every single corner Where all the black cats law low In the waiting for the sun To disappear from the sky Forever So they can jump and roam From verandahs to verandahs Without ever being noticed by the people around Softly the fall to the ground without any harm They are the felines and shadows They are the furs and claws Beware or they will hurt you With their overwhelming number